I know. I know I do, Charlie. And... I can't help it. I'm sorry. I'm trying. I wish you could've seen me when I wasn't like this. I wish I could've been a better father. I wish I'd been around more, that I hadn't let myself turn into what I've turned into, that I'd at least told you what was going on with me when I couldn't be what you need and deserve.

I wish a lot of things, but now all I can do is try to make up for my mistakes. And I know it's going to take time and it's going to take effort, but I'm going to do my best. That's part of redemption, right?

[ he reaches out and carefully cups her face with one hand, at least trying to smile. ]

What will I say when that happens? Good job, Charlie.

[ when, not if. ]